HELP ME SALVAGE THE TREE OF LIFE
Salvage your worldly wreckage on the edge of time,
Beneath the pale borders, of an enchanted moon.
Lift my heavenly longing, into your sublime being,
For my soul is buoyant and leafy, in stormy waters.
All those envying hearts, have chopped at my roots.
My branches lay withered from their self-loathing.
Salvage my soul, for I have let it wander innocently,
Like a blossom, shedding petals in the darkest lands.
Let your great wings guide my bewilderment home,
Into your safe keeping, until the dawn of your return,
Until this world has grown again, my sweet daimon.
Note: This is another poem [satanic/ pagan], that I found amongst my folders, that I have no memory, whatsoever, of ever having written it. |
